Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

Guided by Ricardo, we entered a room located on the upper floor of the Agarofione Sword Emperor's Palace.

The interior is large. It has a luxurious carpet and a large selection of luxury tables and conditioning items.

In the centre there was a large bed, where one girl slept.

"................................."

The sound of us coming in woke me up, or the girl turned slowly over here.

I have long stretched red hair. She looked at us a little strangely.

We're home now, Sylvia.

Said Ricardo with a tender look.

"I won't come back, Father. Who are they?

Despite sleeping, Sylvia visits in a riddled tone.

"Those who come from the earth. I didn't get the psychotropic today, but you said this might cure your illness."

I pointed with my hand as Ricardo introduced me to my daughter.

It's Lord Anos Voldigord.

Say hello.

With that in his mouth, Sylvia woke her upper body on the bed.

She bows her head to the dust.

"It hurts my foot to far away. My name is Sylvia Urbishas, dragon knight, near King Diedrich. Nice to meet you."

Take the hand offered by Sylvia and shake hands.

While doing so, I turned a demonic eye on her.

A stream of magic is pervading.

Sounds like a pretty serious illness, as expected.

"I'm sorry. I haven't explained yet, but my daughter's illness is Katsuruba disease."

"A disease in which magic falls out of your body as if there was a hole in your vessel, leading to death? It's a bracelet on both wrists, sealed so that magic doesn't overflow from the roots. But I can't keep it down completely."

Ricardo looks at me with a surprised look on his face.

"What if there's the same disease on the ground...?

"What, until I just checked in. Apparently it's caused by an organ that only dragon men hold. The Demons will not suffer from this disease."

Peek into the abyss of Sylvia's lesion.

"Hmm. Some of the magic organs are in a runaway state, huh? Naturally, this will overflow the magic of the roots."

"... what, and... I didn't know you could spot the symptoms and causes of Dragon Deficiency Disease in seconds of things..."

Ricardo exhales as if stunned.

"If you heal your magic organs, you will cure the Dragon's Disease."

"... healing... can you...?

In such a way as half-heartedness, Sylvia speaks up.

"Oh."

"But Lord Anos. Dragon deficiency is a disease that cannot be cured, even if the body is cured by the power of the god of regeneration. No magic works, other than the potion of the giant dragon"

Ricardo says.

"Giant dragon spirits are not completely curable either. Only relieves symptoms temporarily. Right?

At the rate of being afraid, Ricardo nods.

"Yes, the effect is about a year, and if you use great magic, your symptoms will get worse"

"To be precise, a giant dragon's spirit pill is poison. It would probably have the effect of paralysing some of the magic organs. Symptoms can be suppressed because it coincides with magic organs that are rampant by Dragon Deficiency Disease"

Draw a magic formation on Sylvia's body.

"Even the power of the watchdog of regeneration cannot be cured because this magic organ is considered normal. Because God is order. We can regenerate broken things, but we can't regenerate things that work according to order"

"The magic organs are rampant, and you think they're normal?

You didn't understand, she asks me that.

"Is it easy to understand when you say that magic organs are overdeveloped? It's getting too strong to control itself."

"... right"

"One more thing. Root has body memories. I can't even rewrite that. You're the one with the anomaly. The god of regeneration cannot interfere with the roots"

Though slightly hopeful, Ricardo visited in such a way as to fear.

"... how...?

"You just have to cut off the bad part of the roots. A little more painful than dying?

Then Sylvia said as she was ready.

"I don't mind. I'm a knight, too. Let any pain endure. Do it."

"It's a good idea. What, it won't take long. For a moment."

Put < Root Death Kill (Bebzud) > on your right hand and pierce Sylvia's chest with a black fingertip.

"... ahhh..."

Gaze at the Devil's Eye and aim for the lesion.

It cannot be said at all because magical treatments are also involved, but if expressed in physical size, the lesions are all but a billion parts of the heart.

The place to cut it off is the center of the root. Wrong hands and too much scraping the roots would also leave some sort of after-effect.

Clear aim, delicate fingertips and magical manipulation, I break the roots in two.

The inner lesions were then cut off and immediately joined.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

A loud scream leaks from Sylvia's mouth.

Pulling through her right hand, she lost her mind.

I will heal the empty body of the hole with.

"Hmm. Success. The roots have been somewhat damaged, but recover immediately. You'll wake up in a few hours."

"... have you healed...?

"Look."

Send magic at your fingertips and I'll remove Sylvia's bracelet.

Until recently, the magic overflowed without that magic fixture, but now it's circulating her body normally.

"Oh... my God..."

With tears in his eyes, Ricardo bowed his head deeply to me.

"What a miracle. How can I thank you? Really, I can't even find a word of gratitude. Thank you."

"Keep your head up. Until I fulfilled my responsibility for ruining the psychotropic. Thank you so much."

Sasha, who was behind me, was so good at laughing, Misha had her warm eyes on me.

"That's not how it works. Lord Anos is the benefactor of my daughter. Please say what it is. Whatever you can do, you'll be rewarded for it."

Suddenly silent, Ricardo's body falls at the forefront.

I supported it with my hands.

"... haha, uhh...!

He coughs into bitterness. There was blood seeping through my mouth.

"Hmm. Speaking of which, you didn't seem well from the last minute."

"Soft Bedroom"

Misha makes the bed in Creative Architecture (Ives).

I held Ricardo and laid him there gently.

Turn your bitter eyes on me, he says.

"... but I'm sorry..."

"I thought you were wounded, Ricardo, but you're sick, too. Here we go. Let's cure him."

"... no. That's not true. Because this is not a disease, it is merely a lifespan."

Hmm. Strange things to say.

"You don't look that old, do you?

"To the dragon man, a short-lived species is born in the sea. I am a race whose body ages faster than before. Speaking of ordinary dragon men, the old man is a good place now. I've whipped my body, but whenever you pick me up, it's not weird."

"For once, let's check him out. We might be able to prevent a seizure."

Turn a demonic eye on Ricardo's body and explore his lesion.

Surely at first glance the cause is nowhere and looks like aging.

"Oh, my God, you're lame. How dare you fight dragons with such a body? You're right, life is running out."

I guess I was whipping my body with magic and forcing it to move.

"If you know what I mean, let me tell you something…"

"What do you want to know?

"... Freshly seen by Lord Anos, can we survive another week?

"Well, that's remarkable. What do you got?

"Did Lord Anos know about the king dragon?

Is that the dragon Ahide stole?

"You mean a dragon that eats roots and gives birth to child dragons, right?

Ricardo nods.

"… If we can survive for another week, we can dedicate this root as the sacrifice of the king dragon. That way, this unprecedented body can become the new dragon power, the sword that protects Agaha, and become the foundation..."

Is it the prosperity of the fatherland that makes death present and wishes?

It's like a knight's book.

"Diedrich didn't say anything?

Naphtha would also see Ricardo's fate.

That man should know how it ends.

"The Prophet Sword Emperor will see everything, but not all of it will be prophesied. Because we have decided not to speak of particularly bad prophecies."

"Why?

"The prophecy is absolute, and the people of Agha will not question it. But if you see death, many lose the temper to live. If you pass on the prophecy of death, you will refuse your life before that time comes, or even if you do not, you will live a pathetic life. The Sword Emperor said that seeing the future equals despair."

Certainly.

A good prophecy would still be good.

If you hear bad prophecies, at that point there will be a future that is not good.

If you don't tell me, Dietrich sees it coming to the best possible future.

"Hmm. Because you were saved by not being prophesied for life."

"... What do you mean you were saved...?

Ricardo turns to the eyes of doubt.

"Old age sickness. Two thousand years ago, it was a disease that was prevalent in some parts of Dillhayd. At first glance, die like old age. The pathogen is an old bug whose magic has deteriorated, but it can only be parasitized by irresistible babies."

I guess we came to the conclusion that there are short-lived species in order for only the babies to be parasitized.

"The old bug is a shapeless magic bug. Its existence is kept secret in order to assimilate and integrate with your magic from among the babies. This magic bug is thought not to occur naturally in rare cases."

"... when it comes to...?

"I can only think of it as magic made by someone"

But in the end, even Dilheid couldn't be sure that this was due to magic.

I couldn't find the operator.

If Diedrich could not be stopped, an old worm would have been made before he made a covenant with Naphtha.

Or maybe whoever made this old bug two thousand years ago in Dillheid and whoever took it underground is the same person.

Nafta, speaking from that order, can only see the future.

Even the past I've been through shouldn't be remembered for long.

I should have seen a future where I would talk about aging here, but, well, if I didn't do something about it from where I found out, I'd have no choice.

I guess it was still better to keep it as a short-lived species.

"Whatever, there's healing magic"

Draw a magic formation on Ricardo and work the magic of Curing Aging Disease. Instantly the old bugs lurking in his body disappeared. There is no reason for aging to get any worse.

"Has it healed...?

"I'm sick. Return your body time before it ages. Let me read your memories."

I drew a magic formation and used < realm of thought (liknos) >.

"... remember... how...?

"What, you just have to respond appropriately to my story. Right. Let's hear about Sylvia. A child dragon means she's not your real daughter."

Ricardo nodded.

"Zilong has no parents to raise because he is born more than Wang Long. Therefore, the adoptive father or adoptive mother picks it up and raises it. I met Sylvia eighteen years ago. As a Kingsguard knight, the Sword Emperor ordered me to raise the Dragon Knight."

Ricardo's thoughts and memories flow in at that time.

Eighteen years ago, it would be just the right origin.

A magic formation was drawn on Ricardo's body and the time was returned locally with.

I mean, he's young.

"It's over. Stand up."

As they say, Ricardo gets up.

I moved my hands and feet, and then I got an incredible look.

"... it's like we're back in time. No, I even feel a little lighter than I used to."

"The magic used by the old bugs is now available. Now I can live like a normal dragon man. Defend the country with your hands, even if it is not the sacrifice of the king dragon."

Full of gratitude, Ricardo opened his mouth.

"Really... say about my daughter and how can I thank you... if there is anything I can do, please say what..."

Ricardo went deep and deep, bowing his head.

"You don't have to worry about it. Just follow me."

That said, disarm - on the brink of it, the voice of Ricardo's heart echoed in my head.

- Now we can sacrifice the king dragon -